pussy throbbed, wanting him
inside me.
But that wasn’t going to happen.
Knox curled his fingers and rubbed,
bringing me to an instant climax. The back of my legs flexed so tight, they
hurt. I lifted up to my toes. I put my head back and my mouth fell open. I
reminded myself not to scream. My ass was tight and thrusting forward to his
touch as I came. The gush in my panties was almost embarrassing, but I didn’t
give a damn.
The feeling passed and my ass
crashed back to the wall.
I let out a breath and I felt my
face burning hot.
Knox took his hand from my jeans
and stepped back.
I was still trying to regain my
senses, hating that it all had to happen so fast.
Then he lifted his fingers to his
face. He took a deep breath and grinned the most evil grin I’d ever seen in my
life. He took a deep breath and shook his head.
“I’ll never forget that smell,
darlin’,” he said to me.
My jaw dropped. I had almost
forgotten how bold and gross yet sexy Knox could be.
Then he topped himself.
He put his fingers to his mouth and
flicked his tongue against them.
“Goddamn,” he said. “As sweet as
ever. You’re too tempting, Ana. I better get going. It was nice to see you
again.”
“Knox,” I managed to say as he
started to leave.
He looked back at me. “It should be
you. I mean, us. You and me together. I’m not happy, Knox.”
“I know,” he said. Then he threw a
thumb over his shoulder to his back. “I’m loyal to the cut and the patch. I’d
only end up breaking your damn heart. You and I both know that.”
I wanted to say more but didn’t.
I watched as Knox walked away.
He paused when he got to Porter’s
car. Looking over his shoulder again, he offered the classic grin of his. Then
he took out a knife and slashed the front tire.
I gasped.
Knox then started walking again and
didn’t stop.
He got on his motorcycle and rode
away.
When Porter came out of the
restaurant he was livid about the tire. He blamed someone I didn’t know.
All I could do was just smile.
I had plenty of dirty secrets with
Knox.
But the biggest was yet to come.
chapter seven
(ana)
*NOW*
I needed air.
Lots of air.
I made it to the side door when
someone grabbed my arm.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
It was Danny. He was overweight and
sweating profusely.
“I need a break,” I said.
“Like hell you do. I’ll call Porter
right now.”
I took my hand off the door.
“Look at this fucking place,” Danny
said. “It’s packed. They’re thirsty. Shake your ass and tits and do something.
Now.”
So that’s how my night started to
look.
I glanced to the stage and it was
empty. That meant Knox was done playing. I had heard his band before, just on
local radio though. His voice was undeniable. Most of the time I couldn’t
listen to it because of the memories it brought back to me.
Now he was here.
We were already in a dangerous
spot.
I couldn't see him again.
I had to avoid it all.
I grabbed a drink tray and kept
busy. Cleaning up, serving drinks, taking orders. I laughed, talked, maybe even
flirted a little, mentally calculating how much I was making. Somewhere in the
back of my mind I had a grand scheme to save up enough money and just run. Head
east and don’t stop until I hit water. Chances were Porter could reach me there
but I’d give it my best offer.
Standing at the bar, I watched as
Eddie opened the register. He put in a five and took out a twenty. I raised an
eyebrow and watched as he grabbed a bottle of vodka. He poured a shot for
someone and then wiped the back of his pants. The twenty dollar bill was now
magically gone.
Holy shit. Porter was right.
I looked down the bar for Danny,
wanting to blow the whistle on this right now. Maybe if I did so I could split
right then. Hell, maybe it would make Porter happy. Maybe he’d then lay off me
a little.
I saw Danny at the corner of the
bar.
A second later he was gone.
I did a double take but then saw
people at